There's is the problem with starting a blog.
Its another responsibility. One Im not sure I need at the moment although the reason I started one is because I wanted to journal more about my everyday life and have a place to get my feelings down.
But all of a sudden I feel like I need to write in it everyday or that I need to come up with all kinds of clever things to say...really deep stuff or really entertaining stuff.
Why is that? Its not like I have tons of readers that stop in here everyday for a peek into my life.
The reality is that life right now is kind of rotten. We've got some really sad stuff going on and its hard sometimes to deal with it. I wanted somewhere where I could go and blurt it all out if I wanted or be happy if I want.
But today I about killed myself working around the house. Paul wanted to help really bad, but he just cant right now. I also had committed to watching Ethan for a few hours so although he's just a sweetheart right now, I think I would have preferred to lay low and do nothing.
but I took a few pics of him...Love this one where he and Elliott are checking each other out. And look at him sitting up like a big boy! He falls over after a few seconds, and he's so chubby that he kind of leans forward and it cuts off the circulation in his legs, they start turning a little blue! yikes